Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Xavier’s chuckle sounded from behind him. “Maybe it’s time you two went home for some private time,” he suggested.
He started to say something else, but Everett held up his hand to quiet everyone as he realized he felt something different deep in his chest. It was full and sort of lovely, like how he’d felt snuggled in front of his grandfather’s fireplace, only bigger…no immense. Complete. He felt complete. He stared at Dax, at the love shining from his beautiful green eyes and knew that this feeling was coming from him. He could feel Dax’s love inside him. “Oh my god,” he whispered, putting his hand on his chest. “Dax?”
Dax nodded, a smile of pure delight stretching his lips wide.
“Do you feel this, too?” Everett asked.
“I do.” Dax came to him and framed Everett’s face with his hands, staring down at him with so much affection and wonder, he was nearly glowing. “I knew it. From the very beginning, I knew it. You’re my soulmate, Everett.”
“I didn’t know it would feel like this. Like you’re inside me. I can feel how much you care and it’s…well, it’s amazing!” He wished he had better words to describe it, but those words felt as elusive as fluttering butterflies. All he could do was bask in the overwhelming awe that washed through him like a rushing river. Dax’s desire for this made sense to him now.
And he’d been willing to give this up to be with Everett anyway.
“I love you so much, Daxington Grobb,” he said softly, not caring that they had an audience. Not caring about anything but the realization that this wonderful being loved him in return. So much more than he’d known.
Dax said nothing, but he didn’t have to. All he felt was in his face and in that warm presence inside Everett. It was like they were in their own private bubble, deeply connected, tethered to each other with the kind of devotion Everett couldn’t have imagined. He reached up and laid his hands over the ones Dax still cradled to his face.
“Let’s go home.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Dax
A disturbance in the house woke Dax. He lay still, arm snugly wrapped around Everett, and listened. No strange noises hit his ears, so he stayed quiet, smiling at the memory of Everett asking about Dax’s ability to give blowjobs with the tusks.
He’d spent quite a long time showing him just how that worked.
And then they’d spent even more time making more love, touching each other with wonder, both overcome by the deep, emotional connection of their soul bond. They hadn’t even performed the actual bonding spell yet, but what they already felt was so intense. Absolute joy swelled Dax’s heart. They had a long lifetime together to experience this bond. Dax had hoped for this, and the universe had gifted it to him. And to Everett.
It was rather humbling.
But he was so damned thankful, and he planned to shower Everett with so much love, the man would never feel lonely again. He tightened his arm around this wonderful man and pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder.
A muffled sound hit his ears and he went taut.
Someone was in the house.
Anger swiftly punched through his feeling of euphoria. He quietly rolled until he could swing his legs from the bed. Grabbing his sweats and a T-shirt, he dressed in the hallway and silently made his way down the stairs. The dark tang of magic hit him, making the hair on his arms stand on end. When he reached the first floor, he turned his head right and left, trying to pinpoint where it was coming from, though he had a good idea.
The study.
He padded that direction and sure enough, muffled noises came through the door. Drawers opening as well as the soft clacks of items being moved around. Someone whispered and another responded, so he was dealing with more than one person. Or preternaturals by the feel of them. He couldn’t tell what kind of magic he was dealing with, but whoever it was would rue the day they’d broken into this house. Fury burned through him, and he shoved open the door to throw them off.
There were two men in the room, both freezing as he barreled through the doorway. One was bent over the desk, going through drawers, and the other was up on the ladder. He recognized one from the estate sale company—the one at the desk the owner. The magic wasn’t coming from him, so Dax went for the one up on the ladder first because he could easily overpower him. He grabbed him by the leg and yanked him down, being careful not to throw him into anything that could break.
“Shit!” the demon yelled as he slammed into the floor.
Dax didn’t give him time to get up, pressing his foot on the demon’s chest to hold him down. “You have exactly one second to tell me what the fuck you’re doing in here,” he said as he stared Rick Aspen down.